We few, we easily mocked

Lee Ann defends her avocation, and mine:

Some people, most of them “serious” writers, declared blogging to be a stillbirth, strangled on its own self-referential umbilical. Recent critics have decided blogging is the retarded cousin that doesn’t get to come to the family reunions because it always tries to bathe in the potato salad. They recommend Farcebook, or Instagram, or Twitter, all the better to take hold of social media’s throat and force that content down.

That way, they proclaim from their mountaintop, you can better monetize your content.

The last person who deserved to use the word “monetize” was Dorothy Parker: “The two most beautiful words in the English language are ‘check enclosed’.” Those half a million feebs hoping to make a living off recycled jokes on YouTube? Not so much.

But what if you aren’t writing for money? (I have just peed myself laughing at the very idea of getting PAID to do this. Excuse me, wardrobe change.)

What if you’re writing for sanity retention? (And now the idea of “sanity” has once again soiled my delicates.)

Is blogging for the sake of just getting things out of the dirty old psyche and into the cleansing light of day a valid reason to keep on? Well, it’s certainly cheaper than professional therapy and less couch-dependent. On the other hand, for the most part, you’re talking to yourself. That is the kind of thing that usually gets you sent to the shrink, not deters the trip. Still, it’s more fun, because psychiatric professionals don’t come with templates and ways to change the color of the font.

Well, actually, they do have templates, only they call them “case histories.”

And the font color first has to want to change.



  1. fillyjonk »

    2 December 2016 · 10:13 am

    I see it as a form of a hobby, which tends to be at its best when you’re NOT using it to earn money: because once you “monetize” a hobby, it becomes an obligation, and therefore, work (See: why I won’t knit things for pay).

    Also, I keep blogging because many days I feel like I have no one to listen to me IRL and it’s nice to have a place to get the stuff out of my head.

  2. McG »

    2 December 2016 · 10:31 am

    Simply wanting to say something that’s been rattling around in one’s head doesn’t make doing so “psychotherapy” unless not doing so causes bad side effects like standing on a downtown street corner yelling at passersby (or holding inflammatory signs printed up by one’s pastor or community organizer).

    In my case it may be less a matter of wanting to say it so much as wanting to organize it so it can be said. Twitter has helped me be more succinct about saying things I’ve already managed to organize, but not everything can be rendered intelligible in 140 characters, nor even in multiple chunks of 140 characters each.

  3. ETat »

    2 December 2016 · 6:18 pm

    Anyone using the trick “I have just peed myself” as means of endearing herself to the readers is not worth reading.
    Hold on to your day job, honey.

  4. The Other McCain »

    2 December 2016 · 9:08 pm

    In The Mailbox: 12.02.16

    Dustbury: We Few, We Easily Mocked

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